Character: Josephine "Jo" March

He is poor, as befits a wandering philosopher. But every day I notice how infinitely generous he is with those who live near it. I'm glad to have a friend.
He is as poor as one might imagine an itinerant philosopher to be. Yet, as the weeks go by, I see he is unfailingly generous to all of us who lives in the house. I am grateful to have a friend.

You really lived in Italy with the actors and vagrants?
Ha! My mother's Italian... She's a pianist... Grandpa didn't approve of her.
- Is it true that you lived in Italy among artists and vagrants?
- My mother was Italian. And a pianist... Grandfather disapproved of her.

- And I would like to live in a beautiful house, enjoying the luxury... No presents for Christmas - not the Christmas...
I want colored pencils...
I don't want to sit with aunt March - this old miser...
- And you, Beth?.. What do you want?
- The war ended and dad came back...
Beth, we all dream of.
- I shouldn't mind living in such a fine house and having nice things... Oh, it doesn't seen like Christmas without presents this year.
- I'm desperate for drawing pencils...
- I wish I didnt have to work for Great-Aunt March... That crabby old miser.
- And you, Beth... What's your Christmas wish?
- I'd like the war to end so father can come home...
- Oh, sweet Beth. We all want that.

- What do you think?.. He's a prisoner, as the Media in Nicholas Nickleby... He's lonely.
- He will come to visit us?
Maybe. It is a mystery, a tragic European secret.
- They say he is not educated. He was raised by Italian actors and vagabonds...
- His noble face. If I were a boy, I would like to have the same. How can I change Italy to this terrible man?
- Don't say "terrible" - it's slang.
I would die from fear.
- What do we think of the boy?.. He Is a captive like Smee in Nicholas Nickleby?.. He looks lonely.
- You don't think he'll try to call?
- Maybe. He has a secret! A tragic European secret.
- He's had no upbringing at all, they say. He was reared in Italy among artists and vagrants.
- Doesn't he have a noble brow? If I were a boy, I'd want to look just like that. Imagine giving up Italy to come live with that awful old man!
- Jo please don't say "awful". It's slang.
- I'd be terrified to live with him.

- Colleagues, listen up! Offer you "the story of a pumpkin", Mr. Tupman.
- Do not read.
- Bet it's not a story, this is a recipe!
- The first rule of writers do not write about...
- You know...
- Gentlemen of the press, hear, hear! I call to your attention... Our Mr. Tupman''s "The History of the Squash".
- Oh, don't read mine.
- Beth, this isn't a story. It's a recipe!
- Oh, dear, I never know what to write.
- First rule of writing, Mr. Tupman, is never write what you know.

The dreaded school! Spelling is awful, and the Latin is absurd.
Mr. Davis said that to teach a woman still trying to teach a cat...
- I'm going to strangle Mr. Davis!..
- "Mr. Davis... By what right do you beat children? In the eyes of God we are all children, and therefore equal. If you hit and humiliate a child, he will learn only to beat and humiliate".
- It's an appalling school. Your spelling''s atrocious. Your Latin is absurd.
- Mr. Davis said it was as useful to educate a woman as a cat...
- I'll strangle Mr. Davis!..
- "Mr. Davis... What right have you to strike a child? In God's eyes we are all children. If you hit and humiliate a child, the only lesson she will learn is to hit and humiliate".

Something with the father?
Teacher hit me and threw crayons in the snow... Mae Chester said I stole crayons from a mission, and I said that I won't give any. And she told Mr. Davis that they're in my Desk... it came true...
- Need to beat him with his own cane!
- Joe! To resort to violence is impossible... I will write him a letter.
- That he was frightened.
- Is it father?
- Teacher struck me. He put the limes out into the snow... May Chester said my limes were for the homeless. So I said she wouldn't get any from me. So she told Mr. Davis they were in my desk, and he struck me.
- I'll beat the tar out of him!
- Jo, we must not embrace violence... I will write him a letter.
- That'll show him.

If disregard to money - a sign of nobility, the most exquisite family March family of Concord.
If lack of attention to personal finances is a mark of refinement, then I say the Marches must be the most elegant family in Concord!